Redhawk Caldera our once barren world now brims with life

Mesmerized. Captivated. Boris watched the blurry world through wide baby blues. Gazing lightward, finding no babble that quite described the feelings he felt as the world, this new world, stood before him in myriads of movement and colour.

He broke away only to turn around as if to ask the ones behind him, are you seeing this?? and found himself captivated again.

Boris could hardly make out one from the next, but one of them moved. Reaching out he sought for them — for her, he discovered, when he neared her and smelled her and knew her to be the one he had come to know by his mother’s soft rumblings. Unrepeatable whispers, in that he carried them like a language hidden in vibrations and touch. But Boris knew her! And when he came close enough, he reached out to lick her face.

Look! See! And he thumped the ground with his little tail.